“But isn’t she lovely made from love?”
(While Steve Wonder keeps playing in my ears and I think about the meaning of the word “miracle”, I look with peace at Prometheus’ artwork.)
Some challenges, over different times, always stay the same: how to talk about perfection? How can an artist, and a father, represent grace?
Isn’t she lovely, opening up and raising from a shell, like a venus, like THE Venus.
Isn’t she lovely, with her grace, taking us to reach Nirvana?
This art piece is the highest homage of a father, an ode to pureness.
And this text has a “little special attention”: for my blessing of sharing with beautiful baby Amelie the day of our arrival to this earth.
September seven.
Eleonora Brizi.
